This Old (New) House

I am in the middle of the most stressful and exciting time of my life: the purchase of my first house. Over the past few months, there have been obstacles, setbacks and a brilliant stroke of luck. I jumped through hoops like a circus animal in order to obtain a mortgage, tracing every penny I have to my name, proving where my money came from and where it was going. I drowned in a sea of bank statements, gift letters, legal documents, and dropped thousands of dollars in the process. I had to cancel credit cards, and limit spending to nothing but food and gas. Aside from that, my mortgage rep saw nothing but fast food on my checking account statements and knows that I’m a fatass. Great.

However, I made it through the ordeal, made it to the closing and signed dozens of documents, four times each. I finally got into the house and began the work that needs to be done. I spent today ripping down the hideous 70’s-style paneling that lined the bedroom walls. I battled splinters, nails, and ants. When the dishwasher is turned on, the lights flicker in the kitchen. On the shelves in each of the bedrooms there are bibles, crucifixes and statues of the Virgin Mary. They were left behind, along with a grill, the fridge, and wall-mounted paper towel dispenser (that’s totally awesome). It’s a fixer-upper, without a doubt, but it’s mine. I finally did it. It hasn’t quite set in yet that I own a home, and probably won’t until I move in, weeks from now. So many plans are in the making for this house, and I can’t wait until they all come to light. It’s finally time to start a new chapter.